Firecracker Under Pressure - Firecracker #3 (Erotic Romance) Page 6
Erik found their rhythm again and drove up her snatch with abandon. Suddenly nothing else mattered. This is exactly where Trixie wanted to be. She sat up straight as Erik bounced her up and down on his prick. She lifted every strand of red hair into a bundle off her neck with both hands and moaned as he plowed the furthest depths of her cunt. Trixie leaned forward, looking over the ledge, straight down into the valley below. She had expected to feel dizzy, but instead felt perfectly natural above it all. This must be what it feels like to fly, Trixie thought. She was close to releasing now.
That’s when Erik let go of her hips, grabbed both of her arms, and pulled them back. She was still leaning forward, inclined over the ledge, but wasn’t going anywhere, not while Erik was kiting her body. Trixie felt the impulse that every bird must feel at some point in their lives, when they make their first leap and glide to the ground. Crazily, Trixie tried to break free of his grip, take that leap of aerial faith, but Erik held her wrists more tightly than ever. She was his to do with as he pleased, widening her cavern with his swollen cock.
That’s when the familiar warmth she knew all too well came crashing through her floodgate, spreading out from the pit of her belly, igniting lightning across her nethers. Trixie was at a complete loss to herself as Erik made sure she didn’t plummet down the mountainside. Her release back splashed against his stomach and chest, just before his stem throbbed with splurge, the veins of his cock throbbing, and filled Trixie to brimming, and then overflow. She fought to stay conscious, but wasn’t exhausted anymore, like after the climb. Trixie howled like a mountain lioness in heat overlooking the world, and then passed out in the milky whitewash that overwhelmed her senses.
Her last thought as the wind rushed up against her face, was how lucky birds must feel every day of their lives.
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